one trick pony

one
trick is all
that horse cantelouping
in one gigantic gorgeous book
called, and you shouldn’t have to make an
argument for beauty nor quote peaks of the self-evident emerging,
Keats on the superfluidity of truth, honesty is permanent does not need
to be remembered when never having to change trains nor horses flying across Egyptian planes.

What a pyramid! Constructed by your gorgeous words!
Exciting links, like wading through some delicate cloisters to reach the ancient, mysterious source of the music coming from inside the pyramid, being all ears…and good music!Thanks, Sherifa, glad you enjoyed it. I changed the ‘and’ in the last line to ‘when’ and that makes me much happier. And now I have changed ‘enormous’ to ‘gigantic’ which is much better feel-wise and in terms of reference to the Shelley original. And inserted a comma after called,
and that is all for now, no more fiddling.

Well you certainly haven’t run out of words have you! Another ‘master piece of literature’ as Bob Dylan says. Thanks for the links and that ‘dissolution of shape’ is awesome. Ozymandias is one of my favourite poems as well. A tree or a pyramid or maybe both. I agree with you!

The flow and the tapping of the tongue that is necessary to jump through hoops, down the looping e’s and in circles around a tree, a hole, an arrowhead pointing north just for the pleasure of influence, anti-quotes whatever you like, transportation subverted for fear of enlightenment, simplicity.

I had not read Horace Smith’s Ozymandias before a few moments ago – it’s great fun. Thanks.

http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/ozymandias-plains
I can’t believe the coincidence that I was just reading Ozymandias a couple of days ago and now this awesome poem that you’ve written. Thought this link might be of interest if you’ve never seen this before. I cannot believe this monument exists a mere 5 hours from my home and I have somehow missed seeing it in person.

I read this yesterday from work and told myself I shall comment from home, so I can think of something smart to say. Home, of course, I got busy and forgot about posting the comment…And now that I’m at work again and forgot the smart commnet, may I just say that this looks & reads great? and it is much smarter than my comment…

I confess: Logically, I have no idea what this means but I see horses flying off a carousel on Egyptian plains (planes) and it’s just very beautiful, what can I say? Sometimes your poetry hits me just on a completely subconscious level.

I feel like such a barbarian….. I lol’d a lot one trick horse/cantelouping…that is one tricky horse but maybe urbandictionary let me down on this one (lol) I had not thought of the cartouches belonging to a 2 dimensional “gigantic gorgeous book”
thanks for that image

that is how it is in drawing, you find the shape by drawing and to rediscover one must draw more — “you shouldn’t have to make an argument for beauty” is beautiful. And deep. One can’t really make the argument because beauty runs counter to arguing, yet dull people continually undermine beauty, and one wants to argue in its defense … a “superfluidity of truth” — like it’s raining — softens the earth and rescues. Reading this I almost felt like I knew that book with horses running — drawn in black sumi ink

footsteps leading away...

“The struggle of literature is in fact a struggle to escape from the confines of language; it stretches out from the utmost limits of what can be said; what stirs literature is the call and attraction of what is not in the dictionary.”
Italo Calvino.

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